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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Can,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.