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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the rap 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.