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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.