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 Latvia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.