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 Antigua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Swans,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.