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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
DNA,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.