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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.