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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.