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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Bad Manners to the grime 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.