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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
X-102,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.