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 Italy and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Minor Threat 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.