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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.