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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sparks to the punk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
AZ,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.