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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.