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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.