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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.