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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the techno 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
MDC,
The Evens,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
PIL,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.