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 Syria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.