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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 chamberlin and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
UT,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.