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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.