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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flesh Eaters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.