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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.