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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.