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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Section 25,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.