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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monks to the grime 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.