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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.