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 Honduras and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.