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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the grime 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.