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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.