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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 snare and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.