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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.