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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a theremin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.