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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.