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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Shoche,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Index,
Cluster,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.