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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Wire,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.