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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Foxx to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.