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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.