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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.