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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a marimba 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
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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.