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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.