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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Panda Bear to the funk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Monks,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.