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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.