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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.