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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Crime,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.