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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the electroclash 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.