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 Monaco and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.