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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
JFA,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.