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 Moldova and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.