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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.