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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.