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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 a marimba and a 808 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.