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 Suriname and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Searchers to the rap 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
DNA,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.