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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.