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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.