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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.