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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.