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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.