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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Index,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.