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 Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.