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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the rock 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
X-102,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.