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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Excepter to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.