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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.