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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 marimba 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.