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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Das Ding to the electroclash 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Organ,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.