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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Organ,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.