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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.