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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.