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 Togo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
MC5,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.