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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.