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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an organ 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Nas,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.