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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Smog,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.