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 France and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sex Pistols to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.