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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.