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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.