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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
DNA,
JFA,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.