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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Monks,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.