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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.