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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.