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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.