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 Niger and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.