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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Moss Icon to the jazz 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.