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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.