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 Sweden and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Sonics to the grunge 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
MC5,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
The Busters,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.