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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 The United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.