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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.