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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.