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 Croatia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 One Last Wish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
The Motions,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.