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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.