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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
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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.