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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.