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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.