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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.