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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.