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 Korea South and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the grime 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.