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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cameo to the disco 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.