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 Mali and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.