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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 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?
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Hashim,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.