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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.