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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.