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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Japan,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.