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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a harpsichord 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.