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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Whodini to the rock 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
The Index,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.