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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a sitar 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?
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
UT,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.