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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Quantec,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
10cc,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.