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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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?
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Magma,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.