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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the rap 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.