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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.