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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Boz Scaggs to the rock 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.