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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.