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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.