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 Dominica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.