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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.