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 Barbados and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Grass Roots to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.