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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.