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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.