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 Brunei 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
UT,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Brick,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.