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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Monolake,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.