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 Croatia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.