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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Alton Ellis to the techno 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.