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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.