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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators 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 disco 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 mellotron and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.