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 Comoros and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.