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 Lebanon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.