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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.