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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.