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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Skriet,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.