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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.