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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Shoche to the electroclash 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.