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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Organ,
UT,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.