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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
X-102,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.