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 China and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.