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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.