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 Bahamas and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fire Engines to the grunge 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.