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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.