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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
UT,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.