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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Freddie Wadling to the disco 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.