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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 sitar 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 Stiv Bators 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.