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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.