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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.