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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.