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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 The Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 an oboe 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.