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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.