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 Estonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 The Music Machine to the rock 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.