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 Japan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.