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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the disco 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.