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 Honduras and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.