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 New Zealand 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Seeds 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Q65,
Kayak,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.