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 Greece and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.