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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.