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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.