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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
X-101,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.