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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.