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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.