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 Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.