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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.