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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.