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 Singapore and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 808 and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.