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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dirtbombs to the crunk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.