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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.