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 Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Index,
Trumans Water,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.