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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Smiths to the crunk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.