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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Misunderstood,
Japan,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
New Order,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.