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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
New Order,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.