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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.