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 Solomon Islands 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The New Christs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Franke,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.