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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.