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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Make Up to the jazz 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 a rhodes and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
JFA,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.