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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.