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 Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the disco 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Motorama,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.