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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.