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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.