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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.