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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Half Japanese to the rock 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.