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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 The Sound to the dance 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.