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 Netherlands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the techno 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.