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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
MC5,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.