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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.