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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Bauhaus to the electroclash 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.