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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.