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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.