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 Chad and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.