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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harry Pussy to the dance 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Mars,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.