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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.