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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Drexciya to the electroclash 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
The Names,
The Monks,
Mars,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.