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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.