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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.