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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the disco 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.