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 Jamaica and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 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?
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.