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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 The Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.