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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.