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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Pylon,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.