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 Brunei and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cure 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
DNA,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.