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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Krayola to the disco 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.