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 New Zealand 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.