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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.