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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.