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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Black Flag to the jazz 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.