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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.