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 France and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
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.