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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 guitar and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.