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 Vietnam and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.