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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gun Club 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.