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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.