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 United States and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Tomorrow to the rock 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.