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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.