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 Latvia and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.