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 Hungary and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.