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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Suicide to the punk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.