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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.