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 Cape Verde and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.