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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 The Moleskins to the punk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.