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 Belize and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the disco 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.