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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the grime 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.