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 Rwanda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Brand Nubian to the punk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Pole,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.