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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.