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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Charles Mingus 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.