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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.