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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Organ,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.