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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.