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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sisters of Mercy 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.