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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.