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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
New Order,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.