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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.