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 Ireland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Organ,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.