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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.