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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 American Breed to the punk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Ludus,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.