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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.