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 Mexico and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.