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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.