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 United States and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.