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 Suriname and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Happenings to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.