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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Scion,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.