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 Belgium and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Chris Corsano to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.