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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.