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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.