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 Senegal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.