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 Iceland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.