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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.