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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Accadde A to the grime 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
ABC,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.