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 Singapore and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.