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 Libya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Slackers to the rap 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.