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 Chile and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Japan,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.