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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.