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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.