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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Technova,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.