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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 EPMD 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Urselle,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.