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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the dance 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 linndrum and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.