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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
EPMD,
CMW,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.