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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shadows of Knight to the grunge 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
UT,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Hashim,
PIL,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.