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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.