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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Blues Magoos 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.