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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.