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 Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Fear to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.