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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.