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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.