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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Associates 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
The Doors,
PIL,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.