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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.