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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
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.