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 Cyprus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
John Holt,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
The Move,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.