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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.