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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.