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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
X-102,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.