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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nas to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
X-102,
PIL,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.