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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.