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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Index,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.