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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s to the funk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Swans,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.