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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the techno 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
PIL,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.