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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.