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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a guitar 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.