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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Television Personalities to the jazz 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
The Wake,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.