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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.