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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Can,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Model 500,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.