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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.