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 East Timor and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.