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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.