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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.