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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.