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 Belgium and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the funk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.