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 Fiji and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.