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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Patti Smith 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Technova,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
The Cure,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.