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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Fugazi to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.