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 Peru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.