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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.