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 Germany and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
cv313,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
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.