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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a theremin 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.