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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.