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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.