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 Japan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 JFA 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.