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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.