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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.