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 Finland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Evens to the dance 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.