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 Samoa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
New Order,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.