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 Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.