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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.