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 Brunei and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Steve Hackett 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.