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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.