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 Tonga and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 The Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.