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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.