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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Vogues to the electroclash 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
UT,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.