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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.