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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.