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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Graham Central Station to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.