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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.