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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.