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 Brunei and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.