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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.