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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.