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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Slave,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.