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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.