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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.