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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Crime,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.