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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
CMW,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.