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 Austria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.