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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.