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 Tunisia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cameo to the funk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Deakin,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.