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 Portugal 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.