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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 The Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.