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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.