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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.