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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Five Americans 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Roxette,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.