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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
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.