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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 linndrum and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.