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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Carl Craig to the grunge 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.