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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.