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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.