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 South Africa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.