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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.