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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.