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 Bolivia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.