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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 The Martian to the funk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
DNA,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.