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 Panama and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 T. Rex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.