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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.