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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.