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 Liberia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the jazz 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
The Move,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.