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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the crunk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack 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 dance 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 808 and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.