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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.