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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Scientists,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.