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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
The Index,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.