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 Mauritania 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.