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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.