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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Unwound to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.