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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Index,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.