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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.