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 Uruguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Angels of Light to the grime 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Organ,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.