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 Colombia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David McCallum to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Faust,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.