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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.