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 Argentina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Black Moon to the disco 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.