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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ten City to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.