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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.