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 Singapore and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.