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 Syria 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.