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 Zambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.