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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.