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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.