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 Denmark and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.