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 East Timor and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 The Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.