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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.