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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.