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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Television,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.