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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.