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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Yaz,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.