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 Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.