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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.