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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 808 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.