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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.