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 Korea South and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.