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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.