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 Laos and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.