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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Schoolly D to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.