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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.