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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.