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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Dirtbombs to the crunk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.