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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Pole,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.