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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Erasure to the grunge 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.