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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.