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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.