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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.