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 Ghana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.