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 Somalia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.