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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Television,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.