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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.