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 Palau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.