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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the rock 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.