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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 This Heat to the jazz 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.