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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.