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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.