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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.