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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.