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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.