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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Franke to the punk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Hashim,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.