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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.