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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Skriet,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.