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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.