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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Pole,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.