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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the punk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.