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 Tonga and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hoover to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.