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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Faust,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.