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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.