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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Can,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.