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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.