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 Colombia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.