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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
The Move,
Nas,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.