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 China and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
The Move,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.