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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bar-Kays to the disco 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.