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 Belarus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Angry Samoans to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.