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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Intrusion,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.