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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.