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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
10cc,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.