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 Andorra and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.