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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the techno 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.