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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Metal Thangz to the techno 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Index,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.