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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
The Names,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.