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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.