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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 The Pretty Things 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.