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 Congo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.