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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slackers to the crunk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.