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 Bulgaria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Edmonton and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
AZ,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.