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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.