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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Flag to the rap 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.