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 Algeria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.