Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Brick,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.