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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.