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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Raincoats to the disco 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.