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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.