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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
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.