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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Wings,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.