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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.