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 Iran and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.