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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Japan,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.