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 India and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.