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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dave Gahan to the punk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a 808 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Wire,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.