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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.