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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selecter to the dance 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.