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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the dance 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.