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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.