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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Gong,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.