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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.