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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.