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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.