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 Ireland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Pole,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.