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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Stooges to the disco 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.