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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.