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 Lebanon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Junior Murvin 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.