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 Belize and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Supertramp to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
the Association,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.