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 Russia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
UT,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.