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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Franke,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.