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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saints to the techno 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.