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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an organ 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.