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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.