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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.