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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Index,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.