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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nation of Ulysses 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a snare 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Magma,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.