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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.