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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.