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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.