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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Spokane and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.