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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.