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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soft Cell to the punk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.