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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gang Green to the rap 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.