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 Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
X-101,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.