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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.