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 Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
PIL,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.