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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.