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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.