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 Czech Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Shoche,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.