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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arthur Verocai 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.