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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.