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 Russia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the jazz 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Interpol,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.