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 St Lucia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.