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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Smog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.