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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Terry Callier to the rap 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.