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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.