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 Romania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.