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 Estonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Skatalites to the jazz 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.