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 Armenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.