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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.