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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.