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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Technova to the rap 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.