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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.