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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 chamberlin and a linndrum 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.