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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Television,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
The Names,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.