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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.