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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.