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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers to the punk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.