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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Bob Dylan to the dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.