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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Patti Smith to the rock 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Lalann,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.