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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 K-Klass to the disco 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.