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 Serbia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.