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 Chad and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.