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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.