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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.