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 Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Soft Cell 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.