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 Burkina and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.