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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.