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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Monks,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.