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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.