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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.