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 Benin and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a 808 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.