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 East Timor and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.