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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Can,
Shoche,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.