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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Organ,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.