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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama to the punk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
The Associates,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.