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 Ghana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.