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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.