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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.