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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the jazz 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.