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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Television,
Hoover,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.