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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.