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 Sweden and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Television,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.