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 Nepal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Kayak,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.