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 Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Derrick May to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.