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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.